The Holy Lord of Tennis, starting from seriously injuring Amadeus

Inside a private tennis club in Swiss.

An indoor training ground.

"boom--"

The court was accompanied by dark-skinned young men wearing orange headscarves swinging rackets.

He hit an extremely tricky topspin ball and landed in the bottom corner of the opposite court with a high arc.

The ball machine across the court stopped functioning.

"Clap clap-"

There was applause behind him at this time.

"General, it seems that your shoulder injury is recovering better and better! If you recover at this speed, you can go all out to compete in the professional tour to be held in Germany next week!"

Behind him, a handsome and tall young man spoke with a smile.

Pete Laimbeer!

A member of the Swiss U-17 team, he is known as "the embodiment of talent" in the Swiss tennis world.

And someone who can be called a leader by the opponent and is qualified to participate in the professional tennis tour...

only one! !

The current head coach of Swiss U-17 team!

Professional tennis player!

Alexander Amadeus!

When Amadis heard what the other person said, he took a breath, calmed his breathing rhythm, and turned to look at the other person.

"You came to see me specifically, what's the matter?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "General, although you are focused on the professional league, but... you should also know that the U-17 side has been paying more and more attention to junior high school students recently! "

"The training camp is also for future considerations, so we plan to recruit a group of junior high school students with both strength and talent!"

Amadeus' expression remained unchanged as he slowly walked to the rest area and took a drink of water.

Peter also spoke again: "General, you must have heard of the name Holy Lord, right?"

"Holy Lord?" Amadis looked sharply.

Although this name was not familiar to him, it was not unfamiliar either.

When I first heard about it, it was naturally because the opponent dominated all the street courts in Bern.

but!

At that time, Amadeus was purely immersed in self-training and preparing to join the professional ranks.

He doesn't take this kind of "trivial matters" in the Swiss street tennis world to heart.

after all.

Street and professional...

Completely two worlds! !

however.

In the past year, the name of "Holy Lord" has appeared in many countries around the world.

Street courts, underground ball games...

even......

Just half a month ago!

The other party also made a lot of noise in Germany! !

And it is rumored that this "Holy Lord" is only 14 or 5 years old...

Peter saw some changes in Amadeus' expression, and immediately took a step closer and spoke again: "In order to truly understand this Holy Lord, I found a person who is considered to be the top among junior high school students to challenge those twelve street courts!"

"Henry Noble III!"

"And just an hour ago, he had just finished challenging the 6th court and met the Holy Lord! He was defeated in 7 minutes!"

"I think that rather than letting such talents go out, it is better to incorporate them into Swiss U-17! This is also the view of the top management of the training camp..."

After saying that, Peter waited quietly for Amadeus' reply.

The latter looked at the other party coldly: "You mean, the training camp hopes that I will come forward to invite this Holy Master?"

Peter spread his hands helplessly: "I can't help it! After all, his talent and strength are indeed a bit unexpected! Since you have time, General, as a professional player, I believe he won't refuse if you make a trip!"

"Besides... Henry's experience is quite embarrassing! He is also half a member of the Swiss U-17 training camp, so he has to have an explanation, right?"

Amadeus snorted coldly: "Just this once! Don't bother me about training camp matters in the future!"

After saying that, regardless of Pete's embarrassed expression, he directly walked into the court again holding the racket and started batting training.

He agreed to Pete not just because this was the "mission" given to him in training camp.

It's more because he also wants to see what kind of tennis player this "Holy Lord" is.

The commotion caused by the other party in Germany...

It’s not like what a junior high school tennis player can do!

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0005 Are you the Holy Lord? !

"Senior Peter!! How about it?! Senior Amadeus, did he agree?"

"That Holy Lord is simply too arrogant!!"

"My reputation is completely ruined!! I don't know how many people took pictures of me!!"

"You must help me take revenge!!"

Inside the club dressing room.

Henry, who had just taken a shower and was wearing a new jersey, saw Peter walk in with a calm expression, and immediately rushed forward and asked eagerly.

Peter patted the other party's shoulder: "Don't worry, the general agreed!"

Henry's eyes suddenly lit up, full of joy.

"Great!! Holy Master, right?! Let's see what you do this time!!"

"Let me be pointed at by others on the street, and you must also experience this shame!!"

But Peter's next words made his smile freeze.

"Don't be too happy! The general is not looking for the Holy Master just for your sake!"

"The training camp also attaches great importance to the Holy Lord! His strength is not something that ordinary middle school students can match!"

"So, even if the general goes to find this holy master this time, the first purpose is to invite the other party to enter the Ruishi U-17 training camp! If the other party does not agree... maybe your wish will be fulfilled and you will teach the other party a lesson. pause!"

Henry suddenly became anxious.

"What?! Invite that holy master to Ruishi U-17?! Why?!"

"How can a lowly guy like him who plays tennis on the street..."

But when Peter looked at him, a chill ran down the latter's spine.

Although Henry thought he had a good relationship with Pete in front of him.

The other party also appreciates his talent in tennis.

but!

This does not mean that you are qualified to talk to the other party on an equal footing.

"Henry...I hope you understand one thing!"

"You have no right to speak!"

"Especially...you lost to that lowly guy you called playing on the streets! Then who do you think you are?"

Henry clenched his fists, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "I...I know! Sorry, Senior Pete!"

When Peter saw the other party, he still knew how to measure it, so he didn't delve into it any further.

"You will follow the general to find the Holy Lord later! Remember, don't show off your arrogant genius attitude! In front of the two of them, you have no room to speak in terms of strength and talent!"

"understood?"

"......Yes!"

9 o'clock at night.

Inside the Cangse Stadium in the East End of Bern

Sitting in front of Bei Xiao were 12 young men aged 17-25.

They are the 12 street courts selected by Beixiao.

Raphael was among them.

"Boss!! You shouldn't leave this time when you come back, right?"

"Yes! We have been out for a year! Although you have contacted us, without you here, we still have no confidence! Look at Raphael! This year, he has lost the most times!"

"Damn it! Mestu! It's like you've never lost!"

"That's less than you lose!"

"Asshole! If you can, wait for a fight!"

"Just fight! Bet half a month's golf course profits! Do you dare?"

"I......"

Watching Rafael and Mestu, the leader of the Mad Bull Stadium, get into a fight.

Bei Xiao said calmly: "If you like making noise, you can leave!"

As soon as the words came out.

The two of them immediately closed their mouths, but their eyes were obviously still a bit uncomfortable.

The other 10 people present didn't care at all. After all, although Raphael and Mestu seemed to be incompatible, this was how they got along since they met.

Seeing that the two of them were honest, Bei Xiao glanced at the 12 people present and spoke again: "You have done a great job during my absence this year!"

"Just by renting the court, betting on football matches, and playing tennis as a sparring partner! I can earn a lot of money every month!"

"Moving out of the slums can save some money!"

"Raphael also said that you have thought about opening your own indoor tennis club together!"

Hearing the compliment in Bei Xiao's words, everyone present smiled.

After all, this is Bei Xiao's recognition of their efforts this year.

"So...I'm leaving Swiss completely!"

"I came back this time just to see if you can do it!"

"After that, the Bern street court...or the club you want to open! Even if possible, you can even set foot in cities outside of Bern!"

"It's all up to you!"

Raphael and others' eyes widened when they heard that Bei Xiao was leaving Ruishi completely.

"what?!"

"Boss, are you leaving Ruishi?! Aren't you coming back?!"

"How can this be done?! If you still want to go out, we will continue to guard the court for you at worst!"

"That's right! Boss! Stop joking!"